𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

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'Oh, thank goodness, thank goodness!'

They had taken the earliest Portkey from the campsite after only a few hours of sleep, and had safely arrived at the Burrow just as the sun had completely risen. Mrs Weasley came rushing towards them and she hugged the twins' tightly, sorry that she had yelled at them for their O.W.L.s before their departure the previous day.

The quartet spent most of the morning in Ron's room. Harry recounted the nightmare he had on Saturday, with Voldemort, Wormtail and a mysterious third man. 

'It's weird, isn't it?' said Harry. 'My scar hurts, and three days later the Death Eaters are on the march, and Voldemort's sign's up in the sky again.'

Y/N nodded and turned to look out the window pensively. It was weird, and whoever that man was, Y/N was sure he had something to do with the recent events.

'And you're sure you don't remember who that person Wormtail was talking about is?' Ron asked Harry, looking slightly worried.

'I told you,' said Harry, 'Wormtail only said he'd met someone that could help Voldemort in rebuilding his army...'

'And that other man said he'd find them and bring them to You-Know-Who?' Hermione recounted.

Harry nodded, rubbing his scar absentmindedly. He turned to Y/N for a moment, apparently wanting to say something, but he didn't. 

'Come on, Harry,' said Ron, getting up. 'Let's have a game of Quidditch outside, three-on-three... You can try out that Wronski Feint...'

'Ron,' said Hermione, in an I-don't-think-you're-being-very-sensitive sort of voice, 'Harry doesn't want to play Quidditch right now... he's worried, and he's tired... we all need to go to bed...'

'Yeah, I want to play Quidditch,' said Harry suddenly. 'Hang on, I'll get my Firebolt. You can come too, Y/N, try out your new Nimbus.'

'Yeah, all right,' said Y/N, getting up.

Hermione left the room, muttering something which sounded very much like 'Boys.'

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Y/N kicked off from the ground, soaring up in the air. Her insides suddenly felt hollow as she rose up, doing a few laps around the orchard to warm up. Flying on the Nimbus 2004 felt very smooth, it was quite a fast broom and her turns were steady and sharp. Y/N did a few loop-the-loops, then finally stopped at the Keeper's goals. 

'Can I have a go on it, later?' Ron asked, flying an old Cleansweep.

''Course,' Y/N said happily. 

As it turned out, Y/N wasn't a terrible Keeper, but was definitely not on par with Oliver Wood's abilities. 

'You just need a bit of practice,' said Harry when they touched down.

'You're too nice, Harry,' said Y/N, dismounting her broom and giving it to an overenthusiastic Ron.

'No, I'm serious!' said Harry. 

'Pretty sure you're Harry, not Sirius,' Y/N grinned and Harry rolled his eyes. 

'Listen, you only missed... what, five throws?'

'That's a lot for a fifteen-minute match,' muttered Y/N, taking off the Keeper gloves. 'It's alright, though, I'm not too fussed about Quidditch, anyway.'